歌曲 | Crown Him With Many Crowns |
歌手 | Jim Brickman |
专辑 | Grace |
Crown him with many crowns,the | |
Lamb upon his throne. | |
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drownsall music but its own. | |
Awake, my soul, and sing of himwho died for thee,and hail him as thy matchless | |
Kingthrough all eternity. | |
Crown him the virgin's | |
Son,the God incarnate born,whose arm those crimson trophies wonwhich now | |
His brow adorn;fruit of the mystic rose,as of that rose the stem;the root whence mercy ever flows,the | |
Babe of Bethlehem. | |
Crown him the | |
Son of God,before the worlds began,and ye who tread where he hath trod,crown him the | |
Son of Man;who every grief hath knownthat wrings the human breast,and takes and bears them for | |
His own,that all in him may rest. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of life,who triumphed over the grave,and rose victorious in the strifefor those he came to save. | |
His glories now we sing,who died, and rose on high,who died eternal life to bring,and lives that death may die. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of peace,whose power a scepter swaysfrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,and all be prayer and praise.his reign shall know no end,and round his piercèd feetfair flowers of paradise extendtheir fragrance ever sweet. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of love,behold his hands and side,those wounds, yet visible above,in beauty glorified. | |
No angel in the skycan fully bear that sight,but downward bends his burning eyeat mysteries so bright. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of Heaven,enthroned in worlds above,crown him the | |
King to whom is giventhe wondrous name of | |
Love.Crown him with many crowns,as thrones before him fall; | |
Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns,for he is | |
King of all. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of lords,who over all doth reign,who once on earth, the incarnate | |
Word,for ransomed sinners slain,now lives in realms of light,where saints with angels singtheir songs before him day and night,their | |
God, Redeemer, | |
King.Crown him the | |
Lord of years,the | |
Potentate of time, | |
Creator of the rolling spheres,ineffably sublime.all hail, | |
Redeemer, hail! | |
For thou has died for me;thy praise and glory shall not failthroughout eternity. |
Crown him with many crowns, the | |
Lamb upon his throne. | |
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drownsall music but its own. | |
Awake, my soul, and sing of himwho died for thee, and hail him as thy matchless | |
Kingthrough all eternity. | |
Crown him the virgin' s | |
Son, the God incarnate born, whose arm those crimson trophies wonwhich now | |
His brow adorn fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem the root whence mercy ever flows, the | |
Babe of Bethlehem. | |
Crown him the | |
Son of God, before the worlds began, and ye who tread where he hath trod, crown him the | |
Son of Man who every grief hath knownthat wrings the human breast, and takes and bears them for | |
His own, that all in him may rest. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave, and rose victorious in the strifefor those he came to save. | |
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high, who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of peace, whose power a scepter swaysfrom pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise. his reign shall know no end, and round his piercè d feetfair flowers of paradise extendtheir fragrance ever sweet. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of love, behold his hands and side, those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified. | |
No angel in the skycan fully bear that sight, but downward bends his burning eyeat mysteries so bright. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above, crown him the | |
King to whom is giventhe wondrous name of | |
Love. Crown him with many crowns, as thrones before him fall | |
Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns, for he is | |
King of all. | |
Crown him the | |
Lord of lords, who over all doth reign, who once on earth, the incarnate | |
Word, for ransomed sinners slain, now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels singtheir songs before him day and night, their | |
God, Redeemer, | |
King. Crown him the | |
Lord of years, the | |
Potentate of time, | |
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. all hail, | |
Redeemer, hail! | |
For thou has died for me thy praise and glory shall not failthroughout eternity. |